This awful day in world history, the September 11, 2001. I was just pulling into my driveway at home from a long night at working 911 calls when this came on the radio. I sat there, unable to move, unable to comprehend what I was hearing.
Then my husband came out the front door and said the twin towers have been hit again. I know, I just heard it was hit, NO he shouted, the second tower had been hit. I went in and stared at the television and just sat down and held onto my granddaughter who was not quite 4 months old and cried!
About 2 hours into this it hit me like a ton of bricks. My step mother worked in New York City. Where would she be? How close to this was she? I didn't even know. She worked just less than 8 miles away in another high rise. It took her many hours to get home that day.
I didn't reach her until almost midnight that day. When I did, my dads reassuring, less than happy he was getting a call at that time voice, told me she was alright.
That one day in my life, I wish not so much that I could forget it, but more that it never happened.